Ling Chuxi watched the two people's swords intertwined vertically and horizontally. Every small movement, every flick of the sword tip, seemed so simple and plain, but it coincided with the way of heaven. Seeing the two people's sword styles, Ling Chu
However, Xi seemed to feel the vicissitudes of reincarnation in this continent for thousands of years.
Ling Chuxi could no longer tell who was who. She could only feel an endless killing intent and a majestic atmosphere permeating the sky, sometimes canceling each other out, and sometimes colliding fiercely.
Ling Chuxi's heart was raised. Although she seemed to understand everything that happened in her mind, she did understand one thing. The so-called Cang Yuan who appeared later was trying to destroy her own consciousness and seize the nine gods.
The Yin Jue Meridian, and the sword spirit that had already existed in her mind, was desperately protecting her.
Once he fails, he will be completely doomed.
The two figures passed each other countless times, their swords crossed each other countless times, and finally stopped. The two figures connected with each other with their long swords, and their bodies were firmly pressed against each other. Their faces were full of exhaustion, and their figures became illusory.
When they got up, it seemed that they were evenly matched and fell into a stalemate.
Ling Chuxi wanted to help, but she didn't know how to use her spiritual consciousness to launch an attack. She became anxious. If she continued like this, she would really disappear completely. She didn't want to disappear completely like this. She was no longer what she was before.
.In the past, she had no worries and was alone. She felt that even death was meaningless. But now, she has too many worries. At this moment, Qing Jue outside must be anxious and waiting for her. How can she leave on her own?
Regardless of Qing Jue, she had sworn that she would never lose her deep love for Qing Jue. No! She must get rid of this predicament, see life again, and return to Qing Jue's side.
"Quickly, fuse your blood into the Luochen Sword and contract with the sword spirit. Only in this way can you subdue it." A mellow voice suddenly came to mind in my mind.
Ling Chuxi glanced at it, and saw a ferocious smile on the man's face, and the divine light in his eyes was flying, and the sword spirit's eyes were gradually shining with divine light, and it was obvious that he could no longer resist it.
Without any time to think, Ling Chuxi instinctively stretched out her hand to hold the Luochen Sword.
Only then did Ling Chuxi realize that her spiritual consciousness had entered a very strange state, sinking in her heart while controlling her body.
The Luochen sword came out, and his fingers crossed the sharp blade. A slight sting was felt, and a drop of blood seeped out of the wound, as if soaked in sand, blending into the cold sword body. The red light flashed on the silver front, and then quickly disappeared.
In his mind, a faint blush hung like a rainbow among the stars.
"What are you going to do?" The man's grim smile froze on his face, showing a look of panic.
The sword spirit glanced at him and moved his lips slightly. In the starry sky, mysterious light patterns rippled like water waves, and a voice sounded in his ears, like the whisper of the wind, like the chant of the earth, like the whisper of the sky.
"You...you...Sword God Ancient Contract, you actually used Sword God Ancient Contract! How can the ancient killing sword, the soul of Cang Yuan, be a servant of a mere mortal? I am not willing to do it, I am not willing to do it..." That name
The man roared unwillingly, his face twisted and deformed like a knife and an axe.
But under the light pattern like water waves, there was no resistance at all.
His figure became increasingly blurry, and finally turned into a blur of light and shadow, merging with the figure of the sword spirit.
Ling Chuxi couldn't tell who was Cangyuan and who was Sword Spirit.